Alright first off, I want to start this fic of by saying I am not high. This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while now and I need to work on my storytelling anyway so here we are! If the story feels rushed in places, it's because I'm a rather impatient person. If a story, song, etc. doesn't catch my attention within the first five seconds, I usually click off or keep searching.

Anyway, I don't own Rainbow 6 Siege or Dragon Ball Z/GT/Super. I'm just a guy who is wasting his life on the internet and mixing characters from two vastly different universes to make up my own painful lack of a love life…

By the way, this takes place in an alternate timeline where Gohan caught the Potara and then proceeded to rape Super Buu, FIGURATIVE SPEAKING, meaning Kid Buu never happened. Gohan kept up training and studying after the Cell Games and the Rainbow 6 universe is in the same universe and timeline as Dragon Ball Z. Right. Now that we are all confused and slightly depressed, let's get into this clusterfuck of a story…

It had been years since Mom had died. Years of tears, of calling her name and having silence follow, years of sneaking in through the back only to find an empty house, years of numbness. It was a hard three years but Dad, Goten and I powered through in our own ways. After the "Buu Crisis," Dad decided to get an education at home and is now working part time as a personal trainer at a local gym. Goten was studying hard and entering any tournament he could to bring home extra money. He continued to be a beacon of hope for all of us. I, on the other hand, decided to go for a government job. I now work as a part of Japan's new Supernatural and Extraterrestrial Activities Department, or SETAD for short, were I am known as an "Armed Researcher." I collect data, bring back specimens, and neutralize targets if necessary. The pay is good when it comes but situations are so rare that we often had to hunt for food on dry weeks. "Like this one," I sighed as I organized the messy piles of paperwork haphazardly thrown onto my desk. "Did you say something, Gohan?" A dark-haired woman with glasses asked me.

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed again. "No, Midne. No, I did not."

She looked at me carefully as I huffed and turned back to my work. According to the clock, my shift ended in ten minutes. I didn't want extra work tomorrow, I had best save the chatter for later.

"You're overworked, sweetheart. You should see if you can punch out early and get some rest," she suggested.

"Rest isn't a luxury I can afford. Not if I want to stay financially afloat." I went to put the completed papers in my filing cabinet but I wound up sending them, scattered, to the floor. "God… fucking… damn it!" I swore loudly.

Midne giggled slightly at my misfortune. "See what I mean?"

I flipped through the papers, grumbling every obscenity I could think of, and reorganized them at superhuman speed. Once I successfully filed them and shuffled my second pile of unorganized paperwork into a slightly-less-unorganized pile of paperwork, I locked up my desk and punched out for the day.

Meeting room B

8:00 PM

"Was that the guy?" A large man with a beard and sunglasses asked.

"I think so, Blackbeard. Six said his shift would end at 2000 hours," another woman with red hair and a baseball cap said. They walked out of the room and followed the man to the parking lot, taking the elevator with him as not to raise suspicion. When the three got in, he pressed the button to the lobby.

"So, I take it you're going to the lobby too?" Gohan said when none of them made a move to press a button. They nodded. "Figures."

Ash's heartrate quickened. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Before she could figure out what he meant, their descent was complete and the doors opened.

Gohan strode out of the elevator as if nothing happened and waved to the receptionist, who waved back. "See you tomorrow, Managou."

"Be safe, Gohan," she replied.

He nodded and, much to Ash and Blackbeard's shock, disappeared.

Managou chuckled at the openly shocked looks on the two Americans faces. They left the building, after going through the necessary security checks, and headed back to their hotel/base. Ash called Six on the burner phone she was given and said two words "He knows…"

Aaaaaand that concludes the first chapter of what I hope turns out to be a good story! I know it's a short chapter but I don't want to write a whole novella only to have it get nitpicked to Fuckyouville by flamers. I should have put this before but I am COMPLETELY UNFAMILIAR with the Japanese Government and its respective buildings so if this sounds wrong, I apologize. Also, yes, Goku is smart in this fic and by smart, I mean not a dumbass. Basically, think Dragon Ball Z Goku but a little smarter, as opposed to Dragon Ball Super's dumbass incarnation of him. Anyway, tell me what you did and didn't like in a review as well as suggestions for future chapters. Please don't put your story commissions in the reviews. It gives me false hope when I see a new review only to get a request. Please send them to me in a PM and I will try to get to doing them when I can.

Also, on the off chance that you're here and have visited the author Shogun Ballistic's The Last Saiyan, well, plot twist, that was MY old account! DRAMATIC STING! I forgot my password to it so now I'm here! I'll rewrite that story soon and rerelease it as a drastically different story. Details to be released later but the idea is Ash returns from a near-fatal accident with a personality like ISIC from Battleborn! Run while you still have legs to carry you!

Well I'm about done here, later guys!