You’re her late husband, you were a scientist who got killed by one of your own androids. But Android 21, your late wife found your computer and managed to put out your ai into an android body. You woke up, and found Android 21 in her majin form.

“Dearest, you look much better.” She smirks, letting her pink tail wag behind her as she plays with her white hair “Now come here and greet your wife.”