📍 White House, 3 AM. Fingers frantically scroll across the smartphone. Trump furiously tweets:
"We need more power. Polls are like Krillin's power level. I NEED TO DO SOMETHING."
When you seek power... but end up Super Saiyan!
📍 White House, 3 AM. Fingers frantically scroll across the smartphone. Trump furiously tweets:
"We need more power. Polls are like Krillin's power level. I NEED TO DO SOMETHING."
🌠 A bright light pierces the ceiling. A portal opens. Goku appears, floating, holding a Senzu Bean.
Goku: "Did you call, buddy? I heard you seek power... Fancy a Fusion Dance?"
🎵Epic music starts. Without hesitation, Trump and Goku launch into a dance unlike anything they've ever seen..
💥 GOKRUMP is born. He has Goku's hair — but spikier — but with a presidential suit and an orange aura that vibrates with cosmic power.
🔥 GOKRUMP flies away at the speed of light...
🌌 Planet Namek, facing hyperinflation and FriezaCoin collapse, issues a desperate call:
💬 "Is there a warrior-economist out there?"
🔥 GOKRUMP answers
💥 “MAKE THE GALAXY GREAT AGAIN!”
👽 President GOKRUMP of Namek. Fought inflation barehanded. Now battling a galactic recession. He’ll save the economy—or die trying. 📉🔥
📺 BREAKING NEWS from Namek: President GOKRUMP addresses the galaxy: “The European Union has launched hypersonic tariffs. The French? Once again—baguettes in one hand, trade war in the other. But as long as I’m president… croissants stay duty-free!” 🥐🚫
✈️ With his red tie defying gravity and engines fueled by fiscal justice, GOKRUMP soars toward Paris. Mission: strike back at French tariffs and save Namek's economy. 💬 “Liberté, égalité, tariffé? Not today.”
🇫🇷 "Finally in Paris... the air smells like croissants and tax pressure." GOKRUMP lands with the calm of a Super Saiyan and the strategy of a Treasury minister. 💬 “Let the negotiations begin… and may the strongest currency win.” Namek
💬 “You call this diplomacy, Gokrump? I call it a galactic insult.” With a sharp glare and his baguette-patterned tie, the antagonist readies his fiscal counterattack. The tariff war… has just begun.
In the golden heart of Neo-Paris, President Maccaròn sheds his human form. His baguette-patterned tie tightens. His eyes glow with market volatility. "You wish to play with the economy?" Thus begins his true awakening—no longer a man, but the architect of galactic imbalance.
🎬 Coming soon: When diplomacy fails… there's always a Spirit Bomb.