Gohan may have been stronger than his father, but he wasn't as skilled as his father was. He only ever kept up with his father and his friends because his power could make a difference, because it was needed for their lives to keep going. If it was up to Gohan, he would've never trained, he would've just continued to stick to his studies...

But he didn't have that luxury. He never really had it, when he thought about it.

The guy who was filming everything never really... came to us, I think. They were mostly sticking by Mr. Satan, which I guess makes enough sense. I didn't really care, I was kind of... distracted, for obvious reasons.

And said reasons made themselves clear as his younger self took his shoulder pads off, letting them drop to the ground with an extremely heavy thud. Hovering down to the battlefield, fists clenching as he hesitantly prepared himself to fight. Gohan couldn't help but look at himself, his gaze alternating between himself, and Cell.

The briefest image of Pan standing down there flashing through his mind, a sickening shiver shooting up his spine.

I should've never been down there.